Author's Note: This fic was written by me and Amanda (MaureenGoneLesbian). Derived from random occurrences in her room. Thanks to her wind up flashlight and my ultra low man voice.
Camera Malfunction
Once night Roger was, as usual, messing with his guitar. And Mask was… well… working with his camera. When he began to wind it, Roger rolled his eyes and groaned. He let his head of tangled, dirty blonde hair fall back onto the back of the duct taped sofa.
"Not again…" The rock star muttered under his breath being careful to keep Mark from hearing. Unfortunately, he did.
"What was that, Rog?" The filmmaker looked at him quizzically.
Roger rolled his eyes again. "Nothing." He sighed sadly.
"Alright then." Mark said sarcastically, and went back to winding his camera. After a few minutes, the blonde was beginning to get tired. The steady rhythm of the gears turning became uneven and staggered. This sent Roger over the edge.
"Mark? Mark… Mark… Maaaarrrrk," Roger raised his irritated voice a bit. The geeky blonde didn't look up. Now the rocker was pissed.
"MARK!!!!!!" He looked up calmly from the winding extension of his arm.
"Yes?"
Roger looked on the verge of insanity. "…Stop…Winding…Damn…Camera…Now…" His eyes were wild, and twitching as he stared at the camera. He cursed it to eternal damnation under his breath.
"No!" He said in a girly voice. He just wanted to piss his roommate off.
Roger groaned and chucked a pillow at Mark, hitting him square in the face.
Mark fell back onto the floor as if he was moving in slow motion. "Noooooooooooooo."
The End
